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There was even a subtle shake in my hands as I held the dice cup. To those watching, I was clearly showing signs of someone who was getting carried away. The next round began, and as the dealer, Winifred called the rules. "Basic high-low is boring. Let's mix it up this round. We'll bet on the totals. Those who feel like they're able to roll a total of eight or higher can double down on their bets. "We're upgrading the pot, too. It's getting boring just playing for chump change." Rhys responded immediately, "I'm in! I'll put up my luxury boutique in Westown!"

"Glen, I'm pregnant. With your baby. From now on, our family has one more person who loves you." She looked so gentle saying it. My chest burned, anger climbing fast. 'You keep saying you love me. You still cheated. And now you want me to raise another man's kid?' What did I do to earn this kind of punishment? I stayed silent, face dark. Vanessa's smile slowly slipped. Then she signed the same words again. Right. She still thought I couldn't hear. I looked at her, flat and cold, and spoke. "Are you sure the baby's mine, and not someone else's?"

This was the first time I had ever seen them this broken. They stared at me with urgency. "Jade, did you do it?" I shook my head firmly. "No." The moment I said that, they dropped to their knees. "Officer, there must be some mistake. Our daughter would never cheat. "Jade scored a near-perfect score on every mock exam in her senior year. She was already granted early admission to a top university. The college entrance exam was just a formality for her. Why would she buy answers from someone and cheat?"

Far too smoothly. "There's no way you're not cheating," I pointed out, nodding my head at the couple. They glanced at each other for a second, a silent communication passing through them before they turned to me again with faces of complete innocence and oblivion. If I didn't know better, I might think they've never heard the word 'monopoly' in their entire life. "Stop pretending, Marcel, it doesn't look good on you," Dante called him out, shaking his head. "We're not cheating," Solana backed her mate up, sounding so serious, I almost doubted what I saw with my eyes. "You're just jealous that the game is not going your way."

"You've been married for three years, and now you want a divorce? Is it because we pushed her too hard about having a kid?" I took a drag of my cigarette and let out a long sigh. "She thinks I live off her and am not good enough for her anymore." At that, both of my parents burst out laughing. "She probably thinks we've gone broke. You're not working, and now that she's achieved her goals by using you, she wants to toss you aside. Is she seeing someone else?" they asked. I nodded. "More or less." Emotional cheating was still cheating. Even if I wasn't entirely sure, the way Pamela treated the young man made it obvious. They were way too close to be just coworkers.

After rinsing off, I used the toilet, but as I stood up, something caught my eye—a cigarette butt sitting in the trash. I squinted at it, examining the brand—it was a Dunhill. I froze. I always smoked Marlboro cigarettes; I had never even tried Dunhill! Where did this come from? Could my earlier suspicions be true? Did Donna really have another man over? Was she cheating on me? My face darkened with dread. I lingered in the bathroom for what felt like ages before finally emerging, forcing my expression to return to normal. "Babe, ready to head out for dinner?" I asked Donna.

In an instant, the livestream and the room were flooded with voices cursing me. The barrage of comments on the screen blurred in front of my eyes. Even without reading carefully, I could tell they were filled with harsh insults. The more they cursed me, the more pleased Zoey seemed to become, her smile growing wider with every word. "Who gets infected with so many STDs? I don't think I need to explain that. You're trying to shift the blame onto me just to distract everyone, aren't you?" Zoey perfectly played the role of the victim, her expression one of such distress that both the people in the restaurant and the livestream viewers couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

Venita replied as she went on to recount how that day's event went down. Caro's nose scrunched up as she looked on with a look of disgust. "He must have been really tired of living." "I really wanted to send my two fingers into his eyes, but the possibility of being sent to prison scared the shit out of me so I settled with slapping my drink on his face. I wish he had choked on it instead of only crying out in pain." Venita sounded very proud of taking revenge for her dear best friend on her cheating husband. ***

When his hand was revealed—twenty-one, perfect—I knew instantly. He cheated. He’d been cheating since the start of the round. Subtle, but deliberate. The others cheered. Olivine just sat back, basking in the attention like a king on his throne, his pile of winnings growing larger. “I disagree with the conclusion of this round,” I said sharply, narrowing my eyes at him. “Olivine cheated. I saw it for myself.” He lifted a shoulder in a lazy shrug. “There’s no rule against playing smart.” I looked to Zaden, hoping for support. “Doesn’t he get disqualified for cheating?”

The arrogance he had earlier had disappeared without a trace. “You must have cheated!” Mr. Eye fiercely stood up from his chair and pointed at Jermaine across the table, accusing him viciously. Jermaine smiled and cupped the six dice in his hand and said, “Kiddo, as the God of Gambling, Jermaine Leonard, never cheats. Everyone in Verton knows that I always win openly and honestly. “Earlier, you won so much money in my casino, and later you won the bet against Dhruv. All of us are willing to gamble and admit our defeat. What? You can’t afford to lose now?”